Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.